Chapter 1445 - 470: Western Front Assault_3

"What is that thing? A nuclear bomb?"

"Doesn't look like a nuclear bomb."

The cop squinted against the sun, his expression solemn.

"The trajectory seems to be coming from over the sea. Could it be the Europeans' naval guns?"

"What kind of naval gun has this power? I think even the Iowa-class 406 main gun can't match this by one percent."

Sword Saint felt a shiver down his spine and was fortunate he didn't get in the car, or he might've ended up with no remains at all.

As the blinding light faded away, dust fell like rain, and the players who arrived later witnessed a horrifying scene, leaving them stunned.

At the impact point, a droplet-shaped large crater, tens of meters in diameter, was left behind. High-temperature lava flowed within it, and the edges were crystallized by high temperature and pressure. The projectile had also created a hundred-meter-long magma river.

Three tanks were almost entirely vaporized, leaving only a small portion of tracks submerged in molten iron as evidence of their existence.

Within a kilometer, nothing remained, absolutely at sub-nuclear bomb level of power—far beyond any cloud bomb.

"....."

The scene was shocking for the players arriving later, who felt a lingering fear. If they had run faster earlier, their names might've been added to the list of casualties.

"How are we supposed to fight this?"

A crew member player complained in the vehicle.

"The Boss can wipe out Kimiha and the others with a single shot from outside the map; we can't even see them."

As they spoke, a fleeting light appeared in the distant horizon.

This time, however, it wasn't a naval gun close to the sea but a satellite weapon from above, which this player was familiar with; they'd seen it during the forced crossing of the strait.

The target wasn't on their side this time, but some team surely suffered, and there would likely be curses on the forums.

Against such an attack, ordinary fortifications hold no significance unless they are constructed with permanent bunker standards for nuclear defense like those in underground cities capable of harnessing the earth's strength to block it.

If near-sea players can still think of a way to bring down the ships, then the satellites above are truly formidable beyond comprehension.

No matter how skilled they are, they can't fly like Superman to tear satellites apart.

It's clear why the European Community stands at the world's peak; their power is justified.

Sword Saint controlled the drone to capture the footage.

"Command center, the live video has been sent back. Do we still need to break into the city?"

Looking at the devastating bombing scene in the video, Wildman was astonished.

"Is the electromagnetic cannon really this powerful?"

"This is no ordinary electromagnetic cannon; judging by its power, it should be the main gun of the Admiral Scheer."

Even Family Joy couldn't help but blink repeatedly at the scene. Judging by the trajectory, the shot was fired from at least a hundred kilometers away.

The data experiments in Cyberspace ultimately couldn't match the thrilling experience of real combat. With such power, he couldn't think of any ground facility capable of stopping it.

The Commander-in-Chief asked reluctantly.

"Do our electromagnetic cannons have this power? If not, we should fire back to show them our strength."

The scene reminded him of the Battle of Shanghai in historical books when Japanese warships bombarded Shanghai.

Faced with warships whose caliber and range far exceeded army artillery, the Guo Faction soldiers were left powerless, bombed into chaos.

"No way."

Family Joy shook his head.

"The Bolla has already activated its stealth module; firing at this time would only expose its position, and we aren't clear about the opponent's shell material, parameters, or type—there's no comparison."

"Moreover, the main force should avoid entering the city; those Europeans, if they find Havana indefensible, would surely disregard the civilians' lives and directly open fire."

"We must prioritize eliminating these high-threat targets."

"But how to eliminate them?"

Wildman said, troubled.

"Brother Ni and his team have been en route just for a day and night, covering less than half of the journey. Even with one perfect shot from the Bolla sinking the Hood, there are still many escort ships. If Morrison that old man is determined to ignore everything, there's really not much we can do for the time being."

Family Joy paced back and forth pondering this issue; after dozens of seconds, he said.

"Let our men disperse and dissolve into smaller units, utilizing the characteristics of flexible informatics to engage in infiltration skirmishes with the European Army, blending in within each other to make the enemy hesitate and buy time."

You disregard the lives of Cubans, but surely, you won't disregard the lives of Europeans themselves.

Several dozens can be reasonable, but I don't believe you can treat hundreds of our people's lives as fireworks.